cul-de-sac

over there a bucket sits
with last nights numbers in it

they spill out
black and white

in love we have two names
this one is worn

a cowboy whipped his oldest
with it on his belt

young man
bent over a knee

still can't read
"eight, nine..."

it's too much
just to keep quiet

downstairs in a tent of sheets
laughter settles distant

the garage floor- cold!
cut heel on broken glass

three fading steps
from a leaking gasket

crushing cans
"eighteen, nineteen..."

binoculars used for hunting
sit next to a glass in the kitchen

a boy washes dishes
his cloth a dolphin

the epitome of joy
imagination and breath